AN: Sorry for the short pause. I'm getting increasingly busy with exam work irl. I've also been editing this and re-writing a few things. I got rid of that Finn thing because I ended up hating that. Just a musing I wanted to try on for size, but it didn't really fit. I should be finishing the whole 'season 3' part of this fic over the weekend, and I'll let you know my plans for continuing it as soon as I actually have a plan. Enjoy. -Izzy x


Chapter Eighteen – The Originals 3x19

Caroline had been awake for barely two minutes before Klaus's head lowered, and buried itself between her thighs, licking, sucking and biting her, making her moan in ways that nobody else had ever done before. Her fingers curled around the sheets and gripped them tight as she threw her head back.

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Elijah shoved Katherine against the cold shower tiles, the steam around them becoming irrelevant as the air grew hotter with them alone. His hand reached down to her ass, slapping her ass only once to get her to part her legs to he could angle his length and work his way inside of her. She released a breathy moan in response, arching her back.

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Ten minutes later, after Caroline and Katherine had both come, their respectable boyfriends found themselves in the communal kitchen of their shared condo. Elijah in nothing but a towel, Klaus in nothing but his boxers.

The brothers paused for a second as they both noticed each other. They both thought the other had been at the compound, that morning, and had been too distracted with Katherine and Caroline to hear each other.

"Morning," Klaus greeted, awkwardly glancing over at the surprising number of tattoos Elijah had gotten since he last saw his big brother's bare chest.

Elijah just nodded once before finding food for Katherine. Klaus grabbed a number of blood bags and cringed at the cold replacement for his beloved beverage. He chucked one to Elijah and they went their separate ways without another word.


Klaus had just arrived back at the compound when Camille came bursting through the front gate, sounding completely panicked as she called his name. Klaus rolled his eyes at the sound. Couldn't he simply enjoy a morning not-so-shameful walk-of-shame? Now there was another damn problem.

"What is it?" He said, flashing into the courtyard to face her.

"Something happened," she said, very unhelpfully. "And you're going to be angry. But Cade wants you to be angry. He's trying to lure you into a trap."

"What did he do?" Klaus asked, stepping forward. So the devil himself was back in town, and had already started making trouble.

"Promise me you won't flip out and do something crazy," Camille pleaded, desperately. She kept rubbing her forearm as she spoke and Klaus's eyes flickered down to that spot. "Promise me?" She tried to hold her arm back, but Klaus reached for it and pulled her sleeve up to inspect the bite. The same bite Finn had been suffering from before he was cured. "Before you lose it," Camille whispered, reaching up to touch his face, pulling his gaze up to her eyes, "look at me. I love you. And I won't let you get yourself killed."

She swooned after she spoke, being unsteady on her feet. Klaus caught her in his arms and carried her into the compound. "I just needed you to know," she whispered, almost passed out already. "Even if it's unreturned, even if you love Caroline… I needed you to know."

"Don't you dare go there," Klaus ordered her. "Don't say goodbye. You're not dying today."


"Mind if I join you?"

Kol put down his drink and turned around to see Elijah, standing straight behind him, and moving to sit next to him. He took the drink from Kol's hand, and placed it far away. "In some cases," Elijah said, "alcohol helps with the temptations. But with you, brother, it simply makes you rowdy."

"What do you want, Elijah?" Kol demanded. "To help with something?"

"I'm certainly going to try," Elijah answered, simply. "To help you, of course. You're struggling with your bloodlust, and nobody in my family struggles alone. So today, I'm going to help you."

Kol scoffed, reaching for his alcohol and scowling as Elijah swatted his hand away. "I'm not some newbie vamp, Elijah," he reminded him, rolling his eyes. "I don't need to be told which is the best artery, or how to tell when they're about to die. I need help caring. And if I was going to give a damn, I would have done so centuries ago."

Elijah narrowed his eyes. "Last night you left town without even a goodbye. You had me worried." He sucked his teeth for a moment before continuing. "People know that cigarettes are bad for them, but they don't stop. They enjoy smoking too much. However, eventually people quit."

Kol laughed, slightly. "If you can find me a blood patch or a vampire rehab, then I'll try it," he admitted. "But-"

He was interrupted by the door to the bar being flung open, and a short, angry woman marching through. "How dare you?" Davina yelled. "How dare you leave without saying goodbye?!"

"How did you know I was here?" Kol asked, getting to his feet.

Now she scoffed. "I tried to use magic to find you, before realising that you were hiding in a place magic couldn't reach."

"Davina, you should go," he told her.

"Why did you leave without telling me?" She demanded. "Why did you come back, if you weren't going to tell me?" She scowled as Kol turned back to Elijah. "Why are you walking away from me?!"

"I didn't want to go!" Kol told her, angrily. "Nor was it my intention to come back. The ancestors won't let me leave. The second I got to the city limits, I started to desiccate. I'm cursed, love."

"There's got to be a fix," Davina said, as Kol stalked back to the bar. He reached for the alcohol, but again, Elijah's hand swatted him away. Kol glared at him, but Elijah just stared him down until he backed away. "Just, promise you'll never leave me again," she pleaded.

"I can't," Kol told her.

Davina opened her mouth to reply, but her phone rang from inside her pocket. "I'm kind of in the middle of something," she snapped, when she answered it. "Oh… is she- …. Yeah, okay… No, I'll meet you there." She hung up and turned to Elijah and Kol, addressing them both this time. "Cade's back. He bit Cami. We need to go and help her."

"I have bigger priorities," Elijah mused. "Family above all."

When Kol made no move to get up, Davina rolled her eyes and stormed out of the bar, scowling at the pair of them. Kol turned back to Elijah and sighed. "Women."


Katherine carried the little bottle until she found Klaus, in one of the compound's narrow hallways. "I've been working with Freya all morning," she told him. "This should help stop the spread of the infection." She held out the bottle and Klaus scowled.

"My talents do not extend to playing nurse-maid," he told her, snarling.

Katherine raised her eyebrow. "No, that's Caroline's role, right? The walls in our place are thin, remember? I had the misfortune of hearing your encounter with the blonde nurse last night…" She trailed off as Klaus glared at her, and changed the subject. "Do you care about Camille, Klaus?"

He paused, looking down. "I care about Caroline more," he mused, to himself. "But before she arrived in New Orleans… I don't know what transpired between Camille and I. Nothing romantic on my end, at least, but she did help me."

"Figure it out," Katherine advised him, pushing the glass bottle into his hand and watching him turn back to find his therapist.


They took Elijah's car. It was much nicer than any of theirs. Hayley drove, Rebekah called shotgun, and Caroline found herself pouting in the back seat. "Remind me again, why we bought her?" Rebekah mused, tapping her fingers on the dashboard. "She's not a hybrid, or an Original. Just a baby vampire. Collateral damage."

Caroline leaned forward and crossed her arms, thoughtfully. "Something tells me that if I die, I'll just bounce back, bigger and better than before. I have a knack to recover."

"She's coming," Hayley answered, "because despite being just a vampire, she's incredibly powerful." She reached back and tapped the underneath of Caroline's chin, fondly, making her scrunch up her nose and smile. "And besides, I like her."

"She likes me," Caroline whispered in Rebekah's ear, smirking.

Rebekah raised her eyebrows at Hayley. "Really? That whole neurotic, upbeat thing does it for you, does it?"

"We all need a little optimism," Hayley defended.

"Can we all stop talking about me like I'm not here?" Caroline asked as they pulled up in the bayou.

"Sorry, Caroline," Hayley said. They stepped out of the car and walked around to the front, facing each other and waiting for Hayley to lead the way. "Mary doesn't want vampires near her cabin. It's probably best if I just go alone."

"She does know that I'm Hope's aunt, right?" Rebekah asked. "She's my family as much as yours."

Hayley nodded, putting her hands in her back pockets. "Her grandson was supposed to be our family too." She turned around and headed towards her grandmother-in-law's hut, turning back briefly to call: "Don't kill each other, while I'm gone."

There was a pause after the wolf left them, where the two blondes just leaned against the front of the car, their arms crossed. Caroline looked over to see if Rebekah was looking at her. She wasn't, and when she caught Caroline's eye, they both turned away quickly.

"So, do you like, have a thing for brunettes or something?" Caroline asked, thoughtfully. "In women, I mean."

Rebekah narrowed her eyes, turning to face her, confused and outraged. "What?!"

"You like Hayley, well enough," Caroline reminded her, clicking her tongue and moving her hands to her hips. "Maybe I'm just wondering why you hate me."

The Original blinked. "It isn't because of your damn hair colour," she exclaimed.

"So what is it?" Caroline asked. "Go on, enlighten me."

Rebekah shrugged. "Hayley was carrying my niece at the time. My family. I had to look out for her because of that, and we went from there."

"Oh right," Caroline mused, nodding. "Okay, so what's your excuse for Davina?"

"I haven't spoken to Davina in months," Rebekah told her. "And I was her friend for a time, when she wasn't playing one of my brothers."

"It's a brother thing," Caroline determined. "Okay. So given that I did everything I could to push your brother away from me in Mystic Falls – and was in fact dating somebody else, don't you think you're being a little unfair in hating me?"

Rebekah blinked, pausing for only a second. "Well… no…"

"Yeah, I thought so," Caroline said, with a smirk. "Only, I'm going to be around for a while, so you're going to have to get over that whole hatred thing."


Elijah's method for helping Kol was pretty clever, and did not include Kol getting whacked upside the head. Even if it was intended to sting him emotionally. Elijah flashed around and compelled everyone in Rousseau's.

He had asked Kol what the most touching thing Davina has said to him was.

"I love you, Kol Mikaelson," Kol replied, thoughtfully.

Elijah raised an eyebrow at that. "Already?" He asked. "She was oblivious to your real face until a few days ago. She knew you for but a short couple of weeks before you died. You're moving quite fast."

"Just because it took you two bloody centuries until you told Katherine you loved her for the first time," Kol said, with a scoff. "Have you even said it since you reunited? Months ago?"

Elijah blinked. "No," he admitted. "It is irrelevant." He finished the conversation and flashed around the bar to compel the customers. Then he slit their wrists and allowed the smell to reach Kol.

And from there, that was the only thing Kol could focus on. "What the hell, Elijah?" He snapped. His fangs popped out automatically and the blood rushed to his eyes, turning them bloodshot. He pulled his face away from the thick red liquid that was pouring across their palms. "How is this supposed to be helping?"

"You'll see," Elijah said, moving to the bar and sitting down quite casually.

Kol growled and held himself back for as long as he could, which was only a few seconds, before pouncing on the nearest human and draining them. He drank so far, the poor girl reached her last breath in only a few seconds, and just before she died, she begged for her life in words that weren't her own.

"I love you, Kol Mikaelson," she said.

He pulled back in shock and turned towards Elijah, who merely peeked in his direction, curious about whether his little plan had worked. "What the hell is this?" Kol demanded, pushing the dying girl to the floor.

"You stopped," Elijah noted. "She's still alive."

"Yeah," Kol agreed, rolling his eyes. "But… what?"

Elijah smirked and got to his feet. "After a thousand years, you want to be good for Davina. She inspires you. You must carry that inspiration with you through the light, and through the dark. Not just when she's near, but especially when she's not. And to do that, you must carry her words with you." There was a pause as Kol just looked confused. Elijah gestured to the girl he'd dropped. "Now you can either keep feeding, or heal her."

There was a long pause before Kol bit into his wrist and hoisted the girl to her feet. "Okay," he mused, "I'll play along."

Elijah turned away as his phone rang, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "Speak of the devil," he mused. Kol faced him as he answered the call. "Wrong Mikaelson, my dear."

"Yeah I know," Davina said on the other end of the line. "But while Kol is cursed, I kind of have to work with you. Listen, I found Cade. He was enjoying his newfound vampirism by drinking. Anyway, he insisted that there was no cure for Camille, but he also said something about Katherine."

"He wants her dead, that's not news," Elijah told her. "But since we became aware of his return, Katerina's agreed not to leave the compound until her, Freya and Finn find a way to kill him. You could always feel free to help."

"She isn't safe at the compound," Davina told him, worriedly. "Nobody is. Not Katherine, or Freya. Even you and Klaus and Rebekah. Cade said he could burn New Orleans to the ground with hell fire, if you don't hand Katherine over. I'm pretty sure you can't survive hell fire. It's kind of the one thing that can kill everything."

Elijah paused, clicking his tongue. "Where is Cade?" He asked.

"Pat O'Brien's bar," Davina answered. "St Peters. How are we going to kill him?"

Elijah smiled at that. "It's nice to hear you on our side," he told her. "I'll let you know." He hung up and turned back to Kol, slipping his phone into his pocket. "I have to go," he admitted. "I'll be back soon to check on you. Good luck."

"I can't believe Davina didn't call me," Kol mused, under his breath, as Elijah left him in the bar.


When Elijah arrived in the compound, everyone was already there. Davina sat with her head on Freya's shoulder, allowing herself to be comforted by the older witch. Hayley was sat on the floor, with Hope in her lap. Finn was in an armchair, nursing a glass of bourbon, and Marcel was pacing behind one of the couches. Vincent stood behind Hayley, with his arms crossed. Katerina was lying on that couch, with her head in Caroline's lap, looking surprisingly relaxed, compared to Caroline's agitation.

One by one, a number of them went upstairs to say their goodbyes. Vincent, Hayley, Marcel, Davina. Even Finn said something.

Katherine had nothing to say, and Caroline knew it wasn't her place. Elijah had respect for Camille, but didn't know her enough to truly mourn her.

So the three of them waited in the courtyard, until Caroline got to her feet to find Klaus, ignoring Elijah's protests. She caught him leaning over a balcony with a drink in his hand, looking completely still.

"Klaus," she whispered, walking up to touch his shoulder. He shrugged her off and she retreated her hand, looking down. "Are you…"

"Okay?" He finished for her, once she trailed off. "No." He turned around and threw his glass, shattering it against the brick wall and running a hand through his hair. "I once tried to get Aurora to kill her," he told Caroline. "To keep you safe. I didn't even try to save the pair of you. Camille devoted years to trying to help me. And when she died, I was screwing you."

Caroline coughed, turning red. "I didn't think it meant that little to you."

Klaus finally looked her in the eye. "Don't trigger the serum," he pleaded. "Losing Camille that way – slowly and painfully with no hope – if I can't deal with that, then the last thing I need is another beast. I can't let anyone hold that kind of power. Not even you."

"That's not your decision to make, Kl-"

"Yes it is," he snapped, angrily. "Because it was my therapist who died. Because she cared about me and because those beasts exist in this world. I can think of six people who care about me, in this building alone. I can't bring another being into this world if it gets them hurt."

Caroline looked bewildered at that statement. "I would never hurt anyone in your family, Klaus," she promised. "I would only do this to protect you all from Kai or Cade himself. I'm on your side."

"So was Camille," Klaus grumbled. Then he took a deep breath before speaking a little more clearly. "Sweetheart, I'm asking you not to do this. For me. And for you. After all this time, becoming comfortable with vampirism, why risk it all now?"

Caroline held up a hand and shook her head. "No, do not manipulate me right now. Look, Klaus, you just lost Camille, and I understand that might be painful, so I'm not going to make any decision tonight, or at least until we properly talk about it. But I'm not going to make this choice based on what you want." She sighed and turned back inside. "I'm going to give you some space. Call me if you need anything."


Kol saw red. He saw nothing but red. He saw red until there was no more red to see.

The red from his rage, the red from the pools of blood around him. He felt the heat of all of his victims, until the heat left their body, along with every single drop of blood their owned, leaving them as cold, pale corpses.

Dozens of them. Scattered around the bar. On the bar, on the floor, on the stage and on the tables. The party was officially dead.

Kol looked around for any more, but not one of them so much as twitched. After a moment, he saw the movement of another body, and the heat that came from their blood, and Kol pounced on it, biting and draining them dry, ignoring their screams until they stopped struggling.

Only then did his vision start to clear, and his mind start to keep up with his fast hunger, and he noticed who he'd just killed.

"Davina," he whispered.


AN: I'm not entirely sure whether to turn Caroline or not, so let me know what you think in the reviews! -Izzy x